A Day By the Sea

Have you ever felt the magic when you're standing by the sea? The rise and fall of ocean swells Sublime serenity In the morning's salty air the working boats leave port and anglers keen on fishy fare go looking for some sport The seabirds wheel and flap and cry as dawn breaks overhead but all these sights and sounds are lost to those still tucked in bed The tinkling of the rigging of the yachts out on the bay a gentle way of waking in the first new light of day The morning sun comes peeping through a drifting bank of cloud and on the beach, so empty now will come a bustling crowd The small boats now all set to sea their sails so clean and bright they jibe and tack across the wind on which they seem so light The afternoon now still and warm there's naught but time to pass the racing yachts all sit becalmed upon a sea of glass With evening come the twinkling lights from far across the bay a gentle breeze to cool the land the closing of the day Until tomorrow's light breaks through I bid the sea 'farewell' But in my dreams I fall asleep upon the ocean swell. From my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust"